Want Me Dead Lyrics – Fendi Dom
Singer: Fendi Dom
Title: Want Me Dead
Ay, Yeah
Shooters on some shooters
Iced out my own jeweler
Yeah, yeah, yuh
I just iced out my own jeweler
We gettin cooler and cooler
I gave my shooters some shooters
We throwin hundreds at Hooters yeah
Why is yo shawty so moody yeah
My b#tch bad, so cool for what
We got racks, we run it up
Get out my face I don’t give a f#ck
Yeah
This sh#t crazy
We gon talk our sh#t
We the next gen, they don’t want to f#cking believe it
They don’t, they really don’t
Just f#ckin wait
Like, What the f#ck
Yeah
I spent a check and then made that sh#t back
She gonna fall cause I got all these racks
I’m doing better if we talking the facts
I’ma cashout and go cop me a jet ay
I know she wants me dead ay
Pushing me over the edge yeah
But we making racks instead yeah
All of this money they dread for what
All of this money they dread for some
Iced out my jeweler we run it up
And I pull up in a Bentley truck
She mad at me Ion give a f#ck
I’m counting money for days
We love to get paid
We got that ice on our chain yeah
We making money today yeah
We making money today yeah
We making money today yeah
We making money today yeah
We making money today yeah
I got my name in a chain yeah
I got all this fame in a chain yeah
They keep switching their lanes up
I keep changing the game yeah
You know i’ma star now
Making the money we ball out
Rocking fake sh#t that’s a callout
I got all these racks so she fall now
Got all these racks we ball out
I’m boutta bring my top down
I’m making moves like right now
Going too hard, took the fast route
Runnin sh#t up with a bag now
In a new Rarri we drag out
We making money we flex now
Getting all these checks out
Went to the mall, then I left with a store
You is a b#tch like what is you for
I’ma go buy me a Lambo in 4
She broke my heart, that sh#t hurt to the core
You dropped an EP I heard that sh#t flopped
I dropped a single and bought me a top
Only 15 but no I can’t stop
I getting bands yeah I get a lot
Shoutout to my fam now
Never giving handouts
I’m just making cash now
Getting to my bag now
I spent a check and then made that sh#t back
She gonna fall cause I got all these racks
I’m doing better if we talking the facts
I’ma cashout and go cop me a jet ay
I know she wants me dead ay
Pushing me over the edge yeah
But we making racks instead yeah
All of this money they dread for what
All of this money they dread for some
Iced out my jeweler we run it up
And I pull up in a Bentley truck
She mad at me Ion give a f#ck
I’m counting money for days
We love to get paid
We got that ice on our chain yeah
We making money today yeah
We making money today yeah
We making money today yeah
We making money today yeah
We making money today yeah
I got my name in a chain yeah
I got all this fame in a chain yeah
They keep switching their lanes up
I keep changing the game yeah
I keep changing the game yeah
I keep changing the game yeah
I keep changing the game yeah
I keep changing the game yeah
I keep changing the game yeah
I keep changing the game yeah
I keep changing the game yeah
You b#tches so lame yeah
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